Diseased

By Oelania P., Brooklyn, NY

Image Credit: Michelle S., Stamford, CT

Melancholyspreads like the plague.You send me swarms of Passionless hopesandValleys of emptiness.Flounder in your own despair.Don't cough yourmisery on me,It's yours to keep.I thought I was immune to thiscalamity.I guess it comes in many forms.